COTE X Lol Fanfic: Ayanokōji In Strange Lands

Chapter 11

Kiyotaka Ayanokuoji POV*

"We have guests today, Follow me if you wish" The voice was refined and smooth, it didn't sound like it came from a human and it didn't sound robotic. A woman that's about 60-70 years old with white hair and a very unique pair of legs stood up from behind the table, Her movement was precise and elegant.

I nodded and walked behind her towards a certain room, I've explored almost 90 percent of the mansion over the past week. She gave me permission to familiarize myself with the place after I accepted the job offer. Still not sure what job I will be assigned, but I can make plenty of guesses.

Assassination, Intel gathering, and perhaps spying. That night when I was carrying Nouria, we couldn't get inside Piltover, so I went under, to Zaun. Her men went after me for trespassing, Although, their guns were a bit annoying. Luckily for me, they were wearing night-vision goggles so it was easy to defeat them because all I had to do was emit a bright light thus, making them blind for a  moment.

She might have been in the shadows observing my movements and taking a liking to them. In her field of work, caple people are always welcome. That's when we made a deal, she gives me money and a place to stay and to treat Nouria's injuries in exchange I work for her.

Nouria on the other hand insisted that she would work at her friend's place as a designer in piltover when she got better. I couldn't talk her out of it, she seemed pretty determined. So, I just let her do her own things, more income would make our lives a bit more convenient in the future. She was then escorted to piltover by the agents of the Ferros clan. I will be staying in Zaun for a few days following Camille attending to various businesses.

She never questioned where we came from and what our motive was. We only exchanged names. She was the Principal Intelligencer of Clan Ferros, Camille Ferrros. I still couldn't fully trust her so, I kept my distance. Throughout my time beside her, I speculated a lot judging by her movements, attitude, the way she speaks, etc. She views sloppy technique as an embarrassment that must be put to order. With a mind as sharp as the blades she bears, Camille pursues superiority through hextech body augmentation.

click

My thoughts were interrupted when she opened the door. There lay two bodies unconscious on the ground, their hands tied behind them with rope. They looked quite pathetic with bruises all over their faces. One had a physique of a bodybuilder, the other looked like an average thug. In the middle of the room were two chairs and a table on top was a tea set. Camille walked in front of the two unconscious people and glanced at me over her shoulder. 

"Can you prepare the tea, Ayanokouji?"

"Sure"

I have no problems with it as Tea Ceremony was one of the few things I liked doing inside the white room. I quickly sat down after moving the huge wooden crate to the side since it was carrying dust, it might get into the tea. The tea set was western style with an eccentric design.

Due to the sound of wood scraping against the wooden floor, our 'guests' woke up. I took a brief look at the unlucky fellow, and after quickly losing interest, I started to prepare the tea.

Camille then turned around to look at how I proceeded to do it.

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?????POV*

The first sound I heard was the scrape of sharp metal against rock. My sight was blurred, my vision still swimming in murky darkness, but something in the back of my mind registered it, that knife-edge slide on wet stone. The rasp was the same as my mason when he marks out which rock to cut away from the cliff. It set my teeth on edge. The fog in my brain receded, but it left me with only one panicked thought as I strained at the ropes binding my hands:

I was a dead man.

In front of me, there was a grunt and a heavy wooden creak. If I squinted, I could make out the bulk of what I guessed was Gordon Ansel sitting across from me. So much for hired muscle. It looked like he was coming around as well.

"Oh good. You're both awake." A woman's voice, refined, polished. "He was just about to put the tea on."

I turned toward her. Half of my face felt fat and bruised. The corners of my mouth were stuck together. I tried to move my swollen jaw and a coppery taste pooled on my tongue. I should have been thankful I was still breathing. The air had a lingering chemical smell like it would singe off your nose hair if you inhaled too deeply.

Just my luck. I was still in Zaun.

"One of you knows who is responsible for the explosion at the docks," the woman continued. She had her back to us; a flickering bluish light illuminated her slim waist and inhumanly long legs. There was a faint slosh of water as another person set a glass kettle above the near-invisible flame of a chem-burner.

"Go pound a sump, lady," Ansel groaned.

Leave it to Ansel to make a bad situation worse.

"Baron Grime's men always have such a way with words."

The woman turned to face us: It wasn't a lamp that lit her figure, but something within her that gave off an unsettling light. "You will tell me what I want to know as if your life depends on it."

"I ain't saying nothing," Ansel snarled.

Metal scraped the floor as she shifted her weight. She was deciding which of us to carve from the quarry first. The sound made no sense until she began walking toward Ansel, and then I understood. Her velvet shadow separated from the silhouette of the table. Mystifying blue light pulsed from her hips, leading my eye down her lithe form... to twin blades. She was a high-end chimeric, unlike any I'd seen in Piltover or Zaun.

"Do not insult my courtesy, Mr. Ansel. Others have. They are dead now."

"You think them legs of yours scare me?"

The woman stood in front of my thick-headed acquaintance. I could hear the water in the kettle start to boil. I blinked and there was a flash of silver and blue. The rope that bound Ansel's hands fell to the floor.

A hoarse laugh escaped my bodyguard. "You missed, darling." Our captor seemed to be waiting patiently. Ansel leaned forward a few inches, an arrogant smirk plastered across his weather-beaten face.

"You can lick my—"

The woman spun around. This time, the razor-sharp blade of her leg sliced cleanly through Ansel's neck.

The severed head rolled to a stop in front of me just as the kettle whistle blew. Ansel always had a big mouth. Now it lolled open, silenced at last.

I kept telling myself Ansel was dead, but his eyes still stared at me in horrified surprise. The fear in my brain climbed down my spine, stopping to throttle my gut until I was convinced whatever was left inside was going to end up on the floor.

"It's ready" The man behind her said as he sat down, he had an expressionless face, unfazed by her actions and the dead corpse.

"Now, Mr. Turek, we are going to have a cup of tea, and you will tell me what I wish to know," she said, her words unhurried.

The woman sat down at her table and smiled. A whisper of steam escaped as the man poured the tea into her porcelain teapot. She looked at me with an imperious pity, like I was a schoolboy too slow at his figures.

I transferred my gaze onto the man and It was those eyes that made me look away. Deadly. Knowing. It scared the piss out of me.

"Tea?" He said gesturing his cup in the air.

"T-tea?" I nearly choked on the word. Tea my foot! can't you see I'm in a pickle?!

"Oh, my boy," she said.

"There is always time for tea."

(FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS....UmU)